Job satisfaction, I can't get no My head's about to blow over flat-packed furniture And it's easy to find yourself alone with unpacked furniture
Why don't we find ourselves a home? Cos money waits for no man Big ideas sound best when on your own We could wait, we could tempt fate!
Job satisfaction, I can't take no more Cos darling don't you know I'm showroom furniture And it's easy, like getting your attention We go "Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!"
And it doesn't really matter if the money runs out because we never want to get out of here!
We don't say much but we say enough I love the chemical equations in the way that we touch And big success is alright at best And I'll see you at the top where I couldn't care less
And I left those dreams in magazines... (If we were blind we'd never get old, we'd never find a way out of this hole) ...under flat-packed furniture!